The Sun's Happy Tale 2

Sunny is sad, a tear of light, Hiding behind a fluffy white. Down in the valley, a floral scene, Of petals painted, bright and keen.

Rose, a blossom of crimson hue, Felt the dimness, sad and blue. "Oh, Sunny Sun!" she called so sweet, "Why hide your face? Why such defeat?"

Sunny peeked down, a golden eye, "I'm tired of shining, way up high! No one to talk to, all alone, Just clouds and blue, a silent drone."

Rose shook her head, her petals swayed, "But Sunny, sunshine is bravely made! It helps us grow, it warms the ground, And happy creatures all around!"

"But what is happy?" Sunny sighed, His rays felt weak, almost died. Rose smiled brightly, a joyful sight, "Happy is friendship, shining bright!"

She told him tales of bees and birds, Of butterflies with painted words. Of dewdrops sparkling on the grass, Reflecting sunshine, meant to last.

She spoke of roots, that hold so tight, And winds that whisper through the night. And how the sun, a golden friend, Made life and beauty never end.

Sunny listened, understood, A warmth spread through the sleepy wood. He shone so bright, with joyful glee, "Friendship is happiness!" cried he.

His light was brighter, bold and strong, Rose bloomed bigger, all day long. The valley cheered, a vibrant sound, As Sunny and Rose, friendship found.